- Veg from plot number 10
- Natural Beauty
- Cushion love
So my allotment is in it's infancy. I have planted runner beans, sweetcorn, courgette, mange tout and squash in a small part of it. The rest is a thistle wilderness, until I get my butt into gear and strim, rotovate, cover it and let the worms do their thing. Even so, this patch of cleared earth is still bigger than the little veg patch at the side of my house. I have picked and eaten my first crops. Some lovely green and yellow courgettes and these Mange Tout. My goodness it tastes good!
I mentioned in my last post that we were going camping, and I think I'll post about the trip this week (it was great). I didn't know that it was the longest day on Friday until I looked at my calendar. To be honest I don't really go in for all that celebratory stuff that surrounds Midsummer. I've always thought it a bit, erm, twee. However it really doesn't get any better than sat around a proper camp fire, and watching the sun go down. The boys just loved the whole experience. And so did I.
I've not doctored the third photograph at all. But it just takes my breath away. I mean, how beautiful are the colours? How stunning are those Foxgloves? How amazing to live in a world where stuff like this exists?
And from the sublime to the ridiculous. Here's the thing. I hate the cushions that live on my sofas. I hate the sofas. I don't really hate them, you understand. But I am bored of them. Too brown. Too autumnal. Too Laura Ashley. So I am a woman on a mission. To procur some bright young things to take their place. These were brought at Sainsburys' and Cath Kidston. Both reduced. One ridiculously so. My happy cushions.
I have been trying to catch up with all of your posts. One downside of going away for the weekend, is that you end up playing catch up with everything. The laundry, for example. It never ends. And Samuel managed to use every bath, hand and tea towel in the house while we were away. He didn't have a party though*. Phew.......
*I know I would of. I did in fact. Sorry Mum, but it was because of me that your Royal Doulton lady got broke in May 1987. I was dancing to Run DMC's 'Walk This Way' and it doesn't pay to do that after half a bottle of Malibu.